Tuesday, June 21, 2011

George, we're bonding

I didn't really expect Doctor B. to help. I figured I'd tell him I was nauseas, and he'd tell me to bathe in turnip juice, stand on my head, eat only ginger, or just deal with it, because in the words of Bren, Juno's stepmom, "Doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream." But not Dr. B.
"I'm nauseas," I told him.
"I'll write you a prescription," he said IMMEDIATELY. He didn't even ask if I'd tried bathing in turnip juice or standing on my head or eating only ginger. He didn't tell me to wait it out or buck up. That blessed man, like me, is a believer in pills. And now I credit him with my every happiness because today I am medicated and walking on sunshine. I'm smiling at every stranger and laughing at every joke and I haven't gagged once.

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